[open] we could strike the chord

[headinjuries]

CHARACTERS: Anyone who wanted to go to the vigil!
WHERE: Royal Street Gaming Parlor.
WHEN: DAY :031
SUMMARY: Concordia honors the dead. Hosts honor the dead, or maybe just do a little 007ing. As in snooping, not macking on hot ladies. We hope.
WARNINGS: TBA.

This is here for any and all of your mingling needs. Start your own top-levels, harass each other, etc etc.

Here is what we know is happening, courtesy of our fearless mods:

The hosts will be few in a throng of relatively peaceful people. Most people in attendance are younger (30s and below) and a proportionally large number of them have some kind of physical modification, though most are relatively low-profile mods. There's also a small contingent of androids in attendance.

A low platform has been erected in front of the Royal Street Gaming Parlor and the speakers for the vigil either stand on it or, as is the case with some more high profile appearances, they speak across an extranet connection via a holoscreen projected onto the Parlor itself. For the most part the speakers are small time: a few workers from a small local chapter of Mind Life (accompanied by a few skittish looking androids), a beta block councilwoman, a Mother and Sister from a nearby Church of Lirinity. Most of them have nothing more than words of support and condolence.

Somewhere close to the middle of the vigil, Seong-Hye Ngazi, the Public Security Commissioner for Concordia, speaks via extranet connection. She seems somber, competent, but also confident, and speaks about condolences for the losses, regret for the circumstances of the attack, and Public Security's dedication to finding the party responsible for the attack.

Otherwise: it's your fairly standard memorial gathering. Poems are read, some tears are shed, there are some people with signs and a small contingent of rabble rousers on the fringe of the gathering that quickly get chased off by Public Security, etc. You're welcome to create and interact with your own NPCs if you feel so inclined!

Comments

[headinjuries]

( The first part was fine. When it was just the whole isn't-it-tragic bit. But I've just...got this weird feeling. Since she started talking about finding who did it. )

[ "Weird feeling" makes it sound a little less ridiculous than "liars make me want to hurl now apparently." ]

[greentech]

( Do you think she already knows? )

[ There's a pause while she runs through the options in her head. She's still not totally up to speed on this planet or the politics yet. ]

( Or do you think she's responsible somehow? )

[headinjuries]

( Maybe. And maybe. But I'm...really not sure. Maybe she just doesn't actually care that much about finding who's responsible? )

[ He can picture any of those scenarios making at least a little sense somehow, and that's assuming it's any of those and not something that hasn't even occurred to them yet. ]

( She's definitely lying about something, but I dunno what exactly. )

[greentech]

( Huh. How much do you actually know about her? )

[ She's not sure - the odds of someone in authority lying to save their own butts or to make their organization look better is par the course. It's what happened when her family went missing, after all. ]

[headinjuries]

( Nothing. Yet. )

[ But it's sounding more and more like he needs to fix that.

Ugh, did he just manage to give himself homework even while he's on another planet and God only knows if he'll ever see high school again? ]

[greentech]

[ Pidge considers this for a moment. She's not exactly eager to just do whatever it is the Nest wants her to do, but she does want to help people. After a long moment she mentally shrugs. Here we go... ]

( If you want, I could poke around on their networks. See if I can find anything about her. It shouldn't be that hard to crack into. )

[headinjuries]

( That'd be awesome? I don't...know like, anything about hacking. )

[ Sam might have doubts about the mission at large, but letting the kind of people who would bomb a sporting event and put innocent people in the crossfire walk around unchallenged - that he can't get behind, regardless of what he thinks about anything else. ]

[greentech]

( If I can hack a totally alien computer system, the stuff here can't be that hard. )

[ Not that she's bragging or anything. OK, maybe a little. ]

( I just need to figure out where to start looking. )

[headinjuries]

( So I'm assuming that was like, seriously alien and not like in Independence Day where for some reason the aliens were all running on Mac OS. )

[ Sci-fi movies back home looked even stupider once you spent a few weeks touring the galaxy. ]

[greentech]

( What's Independence Day? )

[ She's from the year 20XX, Independence Day is super old. She's never actually seen that movie. Or heard of it, honestly. She is not hip to the classics. ]

( But yeah, basically. I had some help - being able to look at the Castle's systems first really helped because there were similarities - but cracking into their records didn't take that long. )

[headinjuries]

( Old movie. )

[ Twenty years is still old, okay. ]

( There's this huge alien armada and then they all get laid low because someone hacks them with a laptop. It's kinda stupid. )

[greentech]

[ There's a definite spark of amusement that runs back through their link. There's a fuzzy memory of sitting in front of some alien console, tapping away on a laptop to go with it. ]

( That sounds exactly like what I did. Except without the matching operating systems. )

[headinjuries]

( The joke's also that Macs aren't compatible with half the stuff on Earth, let alone in space. )

[greentech]

( They're also super old. )

[ She's aware of Macs. She just doesn't use them, because they're mostly museum pieces as far as she's concerned. ]

( But so is the movie, so that makes sense. )

[headinjuries]

( What year is it for you, anyway? )

[ He's getting the impression it's "way later," but. ]

[greentech]

( 2077. Why? What year are you from? )

[ Way later is probably right. The '00s are bit a distant memory. ]

[headinjuries]

( Wow.

Uh. 2016. )

[greentech]

( Uh. Wow. That's a pretty long time ago. We didn't even have any interplanetary space programs back then. )

[ Sam, you're old. ]

[headinjuries]

( Yeah. Most people don't know jack about the rest of the galaxy and believe me, it shows. )

[ Sam has become one of the worst people to watch sci-fi stuff with since he started tripping around the galaxy. ]

[greentech]

( Well, we have all the time in the world to learn now. At least when it comes to this specific planet. )

[ Boy, she sure sounds thrilled about that. ]

[headinjuries]

( Last time I was stuck on the ground for this long it's because I had a broken arm and the worst concussion of my life.

If we're stuck here for another month I think I'm gonna explode. )

[ Or more.

He's not even letting himself think about the possibility of more. ]

[greentech]

( That sounds way too messy. Don't do that. )

[ She's been earth-bound her whole life, except for the whole going to space to fight evil thing. She's used to it. ]

[headinjuries]

( Don't worry, I'm good at cleaning stuff up. )

[ Hates it, sure, but he's gotten pretty fast about it. ]

[greentech]

( It's a good skill to have. )

[ She tends to pick up after herself more often then not. Other times she's just really absorbed in a project. ]

( You guys lost someone, right? Who was he? )

[ Abrupt subject change, but she feels like she should ask. Even if it's a bit awkward. ]

[headinjuries]

( His name was Anakin. He was in Castor brood, and some of them already seem kinda...volatile? )

[ Okay, on the other hand, roboSam is a pretty chill dude, but Kylo Ren in a brood pretty much makes up for everyone else's deficiency of volatile. ]